blue
water
of the outdoor pool,
between the striped ropes,
twisted
in red
and blue,
and do my laps.
the sun barely up over
the trees.
i imagine i'd be off
the coast
of France by now, if
i counted the miles
over the years,
and heading back
to where my towel awaits,
but i'm in no
hurry as i kick and throw
my arms
forward,
stroke after stroke,
touching the far end
wall,
turning
then kicking off.
i have many more laps
to go.
today, tomorrow, for as
long
good health
allows me.
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